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it isn't until the rain hits the hardwood floor that I remember how rain used to be ours I remember the mist in the sky and our eyes when I wore this same shirt and we broke all the rules I remember the puddles that first night together and the rain on the roof as I tried not to sleep I remember the reflection of rain clouds and sunshine when we whispered like snow the earliest we ever awoke the lightning flashes and I pray you will so quickly arrive at my door
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
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it isn't until the rain hits the hardwood floor that I remember how rain used to be ours I remember the mist in the sky and our eyes when I wore this same shirt and we broke all the rules I remember the puddles that first night together and the rain on the roof as I tried not to sleep I remember the reflection of rain clouds and sunshine when we whispered like snow the earliest we ever awoke the lightning flashes and I pray you will so quickly arrive at my door
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
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